Welcome to the world little guy! Baby D has been in my arms for 11 weeks, I can hardly believe it. Enough time has passed that I can look back at our path and see that even though his arrival was no where what I had planned it’s okay. I know that I can not be the only mom out there that doesn’t have the birth story she anticipated so I thought I would share ours.
You hear most people say that first babies come late, I knew pretty early on that my little guy would be here early or right on time. It never crossed my mind that he would take his time making his appearance. My due date was on Saturday May 31st and on Tuesday the 27th I went in for my weekly appointment. I thought it might be the day so before leaving the house I had packed my hospital bag in the car just in case. The Mister had been called into work the night before and was getting ready to get off work as I headed to my appointment. Sure enough I was ready to go and I headed over to the hospital.
My plan all along had been to have a natural delivery. I wanted to avoid an epidural, no pitocin, I wanted to breastfeed right away, I wanted time with my husband and son to bond as a new family unit.
My labor started at 9:30 on Tuesday morning and progressed all day. in the early hours of Wednesday morning I reached a stalling point. I was swelling and unable to progress from a 9 to a 10 to be fully dilated. I was stressed and tired. My parents had arrived earlier that day and friends were with us as support too. At 3 am on Wednesday I decided that I needed a break and agreed to an epidural. The Mister and I were able to rest for an entire hour. When we woke up it was time to start pushing. I pushed for 2 hours, yes 2 hours before my dr decided it was time for a little pitocin. Once the Pitocin was started I pushed for 2 more hours. I was exhausted, The Mister had been awake for almost 60 hours straight. When our Dr suggested we use the vacuum and get our little guy out in “3 more pushes,” I looked to my husband for the okay. He told me it was my choice, he supported my decision.
We agreed to the vacuum. Our first attempt failed and the vacuum came off. On the second attempt the vacuum lost suction and came off. This time our little guy moved back up the birth canal. Our Dr looked at us and told us that this was my body saying it was time for a c-section. This was the worse thing I could have imagined. I was destroyed and started crying. I had tried so hard. I had endured 26 hours of labor, 4 hours of pushing. We attended birthing classes, I read all of books. Why was this happening?
In the end our little guy made his debut on Wednesday May 28th 2014 at 11:26 am via c-section. I remember my husband showing him to me and then I began having pain while being sutured close. The next thing I remember I was being placed under general anesthesia. I awoke a few hours later, groggy and shaking.
We had issues with breastfeeding from the beginning and had to seek help from a lactation consultant after going home. Today we are doing great, breast feeding like a champ.
Our birth story is not what we planned for or even something I could have anticipated. Baby D is healthy and happy, what more could a momma ask for. I’ve gotten over the disappointment of things not going my way, the feeling of failure. I know that I can’t be the only woman out there to feel to have this experience.
Is your birth story unique, did things go as planned or in another direction all together?